Forced Relocation 5:
Trusting Medicine

by Fur and Fantasy
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"Ebon Black?" A petite longfur calico asked, her gaze falling on the black tom with odd legs almost immediately.

"Yes," he nodded and stood.

"I'm Dr. Tessa Calin, would you please follow me?" She asked, turning to lead the way back to an examining room.

Ebon nodded and stood with stubborn determination to follow her.

"Do you want me to come back with you?" Jake asked him.

"Umm, yeah." He nodded as the cinnamon tom stood to follow him back.

"You want me too?" Chance asked quietly, having noted the boring nature of the waiting room magazines.

Ebon nodded with a softer smile for the tabby.

The doctor noticed the additional people and decided to use the large examination room. As she closed the door, she looked Ebon over again. "Now Ebon, what brings you to see me?" She asked warmly. "And please, no transportation jokes." She grinned.

The black tom blinked in confusion before placing what she meant. "Short form: new body, and it's not working completely yet."

"Okay, what's giving you trouble?" She said gently. "And please, have a seat." She said indicating the examination table.

"Legs mostly," he used his arms to leverage up on the table with a grateful sigh. "Beyond being very weird, I get tired and shaky very easy."

"Yes, I noticed that they're denigrate." She said, kneeling to examine them. "I take it that they're different from your old form?" She asked.

Ebon nodded. "I had legs like yours before. I've gotten used to a lot of the changes, and still fine-tuning control, but walking is the one that doesn't seem to be getting much better."

She examined the backs of his legs more closely, noticing a lack of muscle tone she usually saw in bedridden patients. "Where you unconscious for a long period of time, or otherwise unable to move? I'm talking at least a week, more like a month."

"I didn't think it was that long, but time wasn't something I paid much attention to." Ebon said softly. "Could have been a week. No way a month. I didn't eat nearly enough times for that, and still be alive."

"Well, the problem is that for some reason your leg muscles have suffered a great deal of atrophy, as though you'd been bedridden for a long time." She explained. "However, it is correctable with physical therapy and exercise. Every other day would be best, if the guys are willing to bring you in that often." She said looking at Jake and Chance. "Swimming on the off days would be good if you have access to a pool."

"If you want to come down that often, I don't have a problem bringing you," Jake said, leaving the choice up to Ebon. "And we're already planning on putting a pool in, so we should be able to arrange that."

"I don't know about that often for very long, but I want to be able to walk." Ebon said softly.

"If you're serious about it, it shouldn't take much more than a month, possibly less depending on exactly how your muscles respond. Some people heal faster than others." The doctor said reassuringly.

Ebon made a decidedly unhappy face. But he nodded in agreement.

"Where there any other problems?" The doctor asked gently.

The black tom took a deep breath and tried to relax. "Not that I've noticed, but I had some before ... I don't know if they stayed. I know my vision got fixed."

"What sort of problems?"

"Diabetes and ADHD." Ebon said softly.

"The first is simple enough to test for." The doctor said easily. "The second is a trickier diagnosis, though given its dependence on brain chemistry it's not likely to have carried over. Actually, neither is the first, but doing a blood workup on you is just a good idea. Particularly to make sure you aren't missing any important immunities."

Ebon nodded. "And I don't have a good enough baseline anymore to help tell. I just know I'm not in withdrawal, and grateful for it. Nasty meds to go off of."

"Your body can't have withdrawal from meds its never been exposed to." The doctor explained. "Do you have any particular problem with needles? I'll need to draw several blood samples to run the tests."

"Used to, I got okay with it, I'm not sure about now." He shook his head. "I think I liked the idea that they mutated my body, not dumped me in a new one, more."

"Your long term health is probably better with a new one though." The doctor explained as she prepared the syringes. "That much mutation would probably have some nasty, lingering side effects."

"And leaves my body without an owner." He said softly, very disturbed by the entire concept.

"Difficult to say what really happened." The doctor said quietly as she drew the first vial of blood. "Since the ability to transfer a person's personality, spirit, soul or whatever you wish to call it from one body to another isn't even a theory currently, what happened to your body is anyone's guess."

"And not one of much real consequence." Ebon sighed, doing his best not to pay attention to the needle.

"If it's any consolation, you're new body is a very nice one." The doctor said as she labeled the first vial and prepared to draw the second. "But I'm sure the guys have already told you that."

The black tom ducked his head and blushed under glossy fur. "More ways than one."

"I'll bet." She smiled, as the second vial filled and was capped and labeled. "You got real lucky falling in with those two." She smiled at the two quiet toms. "They're good Kats, the best really."

"After who had me first, they're a godsend."

"I take it you didn't fall into good company at first." She said sympathetically as she drew the last vial.

"Sold to some freak called Hard Drive before the SWAT Kats found me." He nodded. "Not fun."

"Sold?" The doctor said in surprise. "I think I can guess the details. Lucky for you that the SWAT Kats were after him for something."

"Real lucky." He nodded.

"Well, you're in good hands now." She said as she applied a dab of liquid bandage to the needle entry point. "I don't think you have to worry about Hard Drive, or anyone else for that matter."

"No, I'm not really." Ebon smiled, relieved to be done with the needles.

"Good. Now what time did you want to come in for physical therapy?" She asked picking up a calendar.

"Umm," he glanced at the guys, "I don't have what you could call a schedule yet."

"Doesn't much matter when, one of us will be around to bring you in." Chance offered easily.

"Midmorning, for now then?" He asked.

"Ten then? That'll work." She said making a note in the book. "The blood test results should be ready tomorrow. When did you want to start on your physical therapy?"

"As soon as possible. I am sick of not being able to walk right."

"If you're feeling up to it, the therapist is free now." The doctor offered.

"Yes," he nodded without hesitating.

"If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to the best physical therapist I know." She smiled. "You guys can tag along if Ebon doesn't mind."

"Not at all." The black tom said as he moved to follow. "If it won't bore you to death."

"No problem," Jake said, standing to follow the two of them. "Might get some pointers for how to help you out at home."

Chance nodded agreement, as he stood as well.

"Okay, this way then." The doctor smiled, as she led them back to a large room full of exercise equipment. A large, buff Husky Kantin male was working out on one of the machines as they entered but he stopped and came over when he saw the doctor. "Ebon, this is Ryn, one of the best physical therapists I know. Ryn, this is Ebon Black, a new patient. He's got an odd case of muscle atrophy in his legs."

"Good to meet to you, Ebon." Ryn extended a big hand with a smile. "Don't worry. I'll get you back to walking right." He said, exuding a buoyant confidence that was kind of contagious.

It got a smile out of the suddenly nervous feline as Ebon shook his hand, acutely aware of how small he was relative to the Kantin.

Ryn gave the smaller feline a guided tour of the equipment, explaining each piece and what it was used for. "Do you know how to swim, Ebon?" He asked curiously as they stopped in front of a door that was labeled 'Pool'.

"Last time I checked." He nodded with a bit of a grin.

"Good, cause a fair number of exercises are done in the water. It provides added resistance while keeping unnecessary strain off the joints, the knee in particular. You'll want to bring swim trunks the next time." He said easily. "Unless you're the sort who doesn't mind if someone walks in on you when you're naked in the pool."

"Depends on what I'm doing in the pool." The black tom chuckled. "Not usually."

Ryn chuckled broadly. "I'll leave those exercises to your two handsome friends. If you'd like, we can go down and see if you still remember how to swim. No one's using the pool right now."

"That sounds great." Ebon nodded. "My legs are starting to complain."

"They'll do that a lot while they're healing." Ryn said as he unlocked the pool room, and opened the door. Inside was an Olympic sized pool with a row of exercise equipment lined up on one side. Ryn stripped down to the Speedos he was wearing under his gym shorts, and got into the shallow end. He smiled as Ebon stripped with only a trace of self-consciousness, reflexively reaching out for Chance's support as he got his shorts off.

The black tom's legs were trembling by the time he got in the water, and he held onto the ladder with his legs drifting in the water for a moment.

Ryn walked over next to him. "Best basic skill to start with is the back float. It's hard to forget, and it's a good way to rest your legs."

Ebon nodded and let go of the ladder, extending his arms as he floated backward in the warm water.

"Excellent." Ryn said encouragingly, as he stayed close enough to be of assistance but far enough away to give the tom some confidence in his own abilities. "Now how good a swimmer were you before?"

"Okay." He said softly, relaxing in the supporting liquid. "I was never a competitor or anything, but I could dive and knew a few different strokes. Much past fifteen feet always made me think of Jaws, though."

"When you feel ready, try a stroke you remember." He suggested easily.

After a moment Ebon went for the easiest one from the position he was in and swept his arms over his head in the water, bringing them to his sides with a strong stroke, kicking his legs in a much less coordinated addition as an afterthought.

"Good, very good." Ryn smiled approvingly. "Looks like you definitely remember." He said watching the tom for a little while as he tried a few other strokes, and a shallow dive as confidence grew. "Feel up to trying some of the actual exercises?"

"Sure." Ebon agreed as he shook the water out of his ears, gently kicking to keep himself upright near Ryn.

Forced Relocation 5: Trusting Medicine

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12 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written August 1, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kantin, Kat

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Challenge Response

Pairings: Jake Clawson/Chance Furlong, Chance Furlong/Ebon Black, Jake Clawson/Ebon Black

Blurb: Ebon begins physical therapy.

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